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Eight years ago in college, I started a fashion magazine. Details of how that came to happen could fill a lengthy novel, and perhaps one day they will. Or maybe it’ll be a coffee table book. Hmmmmmm. Well, either way, … Continue reading →

I totally just remembered something today! I remembered that months before I ever started wearing an afro, there was yet ANOTHER afro that changed my life and made me want to save the world. It was this one: Dude, what … Continue reading →

SPOILER ALERT: I’m about to show you something reeeeally trippy! Okay, I actually didn’t spoil it because I haven’t shown you anything yet. But just you wait. I’m making you read first. Soo… right before all the chaos struck about … Continue reading →

Wow, I’m still reeling over the events of Tuesday night! Red, white and blue glitter is running through my veins… this country is on the move, baby!!! What a president. Seriously, what a guy – I’ve watched his speech at … Continue reading →

Since the last time I blogged five days ago, a LOT has gone on in my brain. I’m back… and I’ve been to the MOON in the meantime. I have some news. My bubble has popped. I have re-read almost … Continue reading →

This blog post was going to be my last here on Before and Afro. I don’t even know if it’s possible for me to explain to you what these last two weeks have been like. I’ve been living in The … Continue reading →

I love my trannies! Let’s just throw PC-ness out the window for a minute – or maybe longer, depending on how long you stay on this blog. Basic lingo 101: “Tranny” is the politically incorrect name for a transexual, someone who … Continue reading →

Today is my birthday. I have a deep love for birthdays. And not just because of the spontaneous phone calls, the cupcakes, the gifts, the wishes, the partying, the cards I’ll save forever (that’s what drawers are for)… but because … Continue reading →

I set out on this blogging journey for many reasons. One of them was to lay my faults out on the table for the world to see: I’d show you my embarrassingly messy room, my crooked mouth that made me insecure most … Continue reading →